We followed the red trail, fittingly clad in our new fall staples - matching red sweatshirts from Grandma.We found bits of Fall in the leaves on the ground, the crisp air, and the sun that began setting too early.
We ran alongside the bubbling river which provided the perfect soundtrack - interrupted only by the crunch of leaves underfoot and little voices singing, "going on a hike. going on a hike."
We paused for pictures on fallen logs, explored uprooted trees, and traipsed across quaint wood bridges.
We introduced our baby to the outdoors that we love so much and I think he started to love it too.
I took pause to be thankful for my family, the beauty that surrounds us, the miracle of new life, and with almost every step I was thankful for my health - for the absence of pain. It had been too long since we ventured into the woods together, but -wow- Fall is the perfect time to start again.